Illy - Back, Back, Forward lyrics

Before it’s performed, before it’s released Before it’s recorded, before it’s written, before I scored the beat Before the emails back and forth, ha**ling trigga For whatever heat, the quickening ain’t need Before sold out tours, where the runs on the board Got it looking like I never been bowled out before And sure, it’s before daughters and sisters and mrs’ nationwide Caught a glimpse and turned vicious, uh Before listeners dissed, ‘coz the kids had a run That’d leave Usain Bolt in the dust Going 3 years young, what I’ve done with the chase The whole country embraced, they still rapping to their mates So that love turned hate, when this unknown punk turned famed And it happened at an unheard rate But before they lay blame put ‘em up on this Before they gave a f** what I did, I been doing it Before hitting my bed, after driving from Tullamarine Before a flight spent trying to sleep Before lying in the lounge, waiting on a plane Still higher than the clouds looking out through the window pane Before check in, packing, dressing Before sitting in the shower for like half an hour Before our tour manager is banging on our door, waking me up Before I pa** out blind drunk Before shot after shot after whatever the f** punters got for me Cut for me, crushed or rolled up for me Before I step off stage Before I k** it for an hour straight, before Cam hits the first snare, and we away for the set Before I pray, before I stretch Before I chase straight vodka with the redbull that’s left It’s just 3, motherf**ers sitting backstage Hungover like “I swear I ain’t drinking again”, so Before I’m gone, before I’m old Before I’m big into cla**ical and twilight strolls Before I retire, f** it before I’m hired Before milestones acquired, in my time in this rap sh** Before my business man’s on, before they try and market this sh** as a brand, stop Before my whole damn camp’s on Known as the Frankston Line Champ And each fan thanked by hand, before The whole future has come I’ll be chilling right here writing raps in tune with the drum The truth hard to swallow when you don’t chew once Still hungry, dummies saying I already blew up Nah, you don’t believe me, watch I got the next decade locked, by doing what I’ve done from the dot So before I start talking like somebody I’m not To please other’s Ima be in a box